Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plenty Bands, artist - Young Smokes
Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Plenty Bands |
Bad riders, the way I’m shooting stars |
We even done it out of moving cars |
There’s no strings, I ain’t pulling no guitars (No way) |
AMG, smoke the chase like cigars |
I’m not the one to play with (Hell nah) |
The Q5, inside it’s like a spaceship (Oh shit) |
I’ve got workers, I don’t give 'em payslips |
My plug love white, I think he racist (Ah) |
Got Cali, Biscotti and Zushi |
My young G’s shooting like Rooney (Pa, pa) |
It ain’t Forex, the way that I trade (Nah) |
We line the sales like an I.D. |
parade |
Damn right I was dead broke |
I had no O’s, now my wrist presidential |
In this AMG swerving, the tyres burning |
There’s no way I can get pulled |
I hopped out the Audi, straight into the Benz (To the Benz) |
I shot kilos, I don’t know about F |
I’m at your girl’s and my WiFi connects (It connects) |
She ain’t no keeper like Petr Cech |
Living reckless, spend that, an offender |
Giving work to the workers, Job Centre |
Fifty grand in my bag at A Jewellers |
On the run, make a half a M, that’s a render |
What I spent this month, like half a key |
To pull me, it’s gotta be armed police |
She say that she love me and it’s hard to see |
Made racks in jail, it weren’t hard for me |
Yo these rappers ain’t made what I’ve spent on rent |
Put a hole in his sides, have a fifty pence |
I ain’t sitting on no fence and my neck’s River Thames |
If you ain’t talking money then it don’t make sense |
You want a brick? |
I’m the one you should call (You should call) |
The way I spend, it’s like I play football (Football) |
All these racks, I don’t need an advance |
She wanna smash, I won’t give her the chance |
I was in jail moving cell-to-cell |
Now it’s new AP’s, I’m living well |
This lifestyle started with an ounce |
Free all my dargs up out the jail house |
My Rollie shy of fifty bands (Fifty bands) |
Go against me, you a silly man (A silly man) |
Keys to the Bimma like I’m Beenie Man (Zim-zimma) |
My G got plenty grams, plenty bands |
My Rollie shy of fifty bands (Fifty bands) |
Go against me, you a silly man (A silly man) |
Keys to the Bimma like I’m Beenie Man (Zim-zimma) |
My G got plenty grams, plenty bands |
What I spent this month, like half a key |
To pull me, it’s gotta be armed police |
She say that she love me and it’s hard to see |
Made racks in jail, it weren’t hard for me |